"Did you finish sealing off that entrance outside? A new batch of refugees recently arrived at the camp, and I'm worried they'll wander in without permission."
"Rest assured, no one knows about this place. That group of refugees is mostly women; none of them have the guts! Besides, word is that the second master among them is somehow related to the Governor. Once we've got the silver, we'll go and smooth things over with him and have some fun with those women."
At the mention of this, the two immediately became excited, cackling salaciously.
Ruan Mian realized that behind the reception camp was a fairly sizable clay coal field.
A place where so much clay coal has accumulated implies a higher risk factor for their cellar.
No wonder those government officers don't live in the cellar. The refugees are afraid of the dead inside, but they are afraid of becoming the dead themselves.
The soil here is loose, and with their secret mining, there might be a risk of the cellar collapsing.
